It’s really fun (not) to feel chewed up and spit out by someone. Someone who I loved and cared for. DEEPLY (teehee I said deep). What’s even more fun (not) is to take responsibility and recognize how I allowed myself to be chewed up…. and how I allowed the chewing to go on for far too long.
There’s a dirty dildo on my floor right now!
I kinda thought that might get your attention and it’s TRUE too so, there ya go!
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What’s LOVE Got To Do With It?
I blind-date roasted somebody in my last post; then my website got hacked EEEEK. That’s all fixed now but life’s a beotch and she got back at me real quick on that roast. I had the pleasure of running into the roasted dude at the grocery store. Why that had to happen, well, karma is the only reason I can think of! It was so awkward. In the store – he actually asked me why I wouldn’t see him again. Really? You’re gonna ask me that question in the beer aisle of the grocery store? The simple response here: no chemistry, OK? Small town probs.
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